Chapter 467

He placed the knife back across my neck, sneering at Reynaldo, “Oh, all my efforts have been in vain. I am now in a terrible mood and just want to see some blood.”

You said, “Is it better for you to shed some blood, or for this woman to shed some blood?”

As he spoke, the sharp knife in his hand wandered around my neck, and with a slight force, it drew out lines of blood, causing waves of stinging pain.

I was stiff all over, not daring to move a muscle.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Reynaldo’s hand clenched tightly at his side, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Soon, he growled coldly, “Don’t touch her, come at me instead!”

The sound echoed in the empty warehouse, dull and oppressive, like the roar of a trapped beast.

Winston grinned maniacally, “This is what you said, don’t blame me for being ruthless later.”

“What are you trying to do?” I yelled at him in exasperation, feeling anxious inside.

Winston smiled at me gently and said, “You will know soon.”

With that, he gestured towards the two bodyguards.

In an instant, the two bodyguards simultaneously stabbed knives into Reynaldo’s back.

My heart gave a violent throb, and I couldn’t help but scream, shaking all over.

Reynaldo’s back bent slightly, and soon blood began to drip down his back onto the ground.

The bright red blood stung my eyes.

I went crazy and yelled at Winston, “You pervert, what are you up to? You madman, you will definitely have a bad death! Sob…”

My heart ached so much that even breathing became difficult as my gaze shifted to Reynaldo.

I cried to him incoherently, “You shouldn’t have come, you’re just here to die, you fool, Reynaldo, you fool!”

Reynaldo lowered his head slightly; he didn’t say anything, just gave me a faint smile.

Winston chuckled lightly, then he made another gesture.

In an instant, the two bodyguards simultaneously pulled out their knives, and blood splattered.

I screamed “don’t,” but it was of no use.

Reynaldo just grunted and propped himself up with one hand on the ground.

The more blood gathered on the ground, the paler the man’s face became.

He propped himself up with one hand on the ground, his tall figure seeming like it could collapse at any moment.

I was trembling all over; my heart felt like it was being torn apart.

I glared at Winston with anger and shouted hoarsely, “Let him go, you let him go! Winston, you will definitely have a bad death!”

Winston picked up my chin with the tip of the knife.

He sneered at me, “Am I going to die a bad death? Well, today I’ll show you who’s going to die a bad death!”

Did you think that by killing him, the hatred you had been accumulating in your heart for years would be eliminated?

I told you, you lost to him, you are not as good as him, so you will never be able to surpass him in your whole life.

Even though he has passed away, what people remember is still his success, his brilliance.

And you, you were only criticized by everyone, saying that you poisoned your elder brother out of jealousy.

“Do you think this ‘victory’ has any meaning? Oh, Winston, do you really think that just because he’s dead, you’ve really won?”

My words may have struck a nerve with him.

He was seen tightly gripping the handle of the knife, and because he was exerting too much force, the tip of the knife was trembling.